What Makes Me Special?

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Every morning I wake up and get ready to face the day that lies ahead of me, just like anyone else. I get out of bed, take a shower, put on my clothes for school, and catch the bus. Although, the most important part of getting ready is one most people never think twice about, looking in the mirror. It is in the mirror that I see what everyone else cannot. I see the girl with the scars, the girl who has always had an uphill battle, and the girl who had to fight to get to where she is now. I see myself for who I was in the past and who I am at this very moment. I have always seen myself as “different” than the other children, but being different is what makes me special. I know now that being different is good, although there was a time when I thought otherwise. As a child it was oftentimes difficult to imagine that my broken heart made me the queen of hearts. I could not fathom that my selfishness was a defense mechanism, of sorts, to hide my compassion. My greed was a disguise for my generosity. I would hurt others with my words because I myself was broken and I wanted to make everyone suffer as I did. Life was not fair to me, so why should I have been fair to others? Truth be told, I could not even begin to imagine what it was like to be blameless. I blamed myself for everything; my parents’ divorce, not having a relationship with my father, not knowing my siblings. Everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong, and it was all my fault. I was an imperfect problem

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